gsquirt

there is just something about being pushed up against a wall,
face first,
your cheek resting on a rough wall,
your breath caught in your throat,
listening to him rumble your slave name in a low growl,
in your ear,
making you tremble uncontrollably,

All the while, wondering if you are truly ready for whatever your Master chooses.

there is just something about being turned against that same wall,
your back forced flat up against it,
staring straight into those eyes that can see right through you,
straight to depths of your soul,
while you try to stifle a dry hard swallow,
wondering if you should even chance a whimper,

All the while, waiting to feel your heart start beating again.

there is just something about, being made to crawl across the floor,
to Him,
a seated Master,
with Him staring at your naked body,
His not letting you not look at Him,
His not letting you hesitate,
His drawing you nearer to Him with a mere gesture,
your breasts hanging like pendants beneath you,
with your nipples dragging,

All the while, trembling with that silent whimper still caught in your throat.

there is just something about being pulled up by your hair,
feeling that hand slink up the back of your neck,
into your tresses and close to your scalp,
grabbing it,
gripping it ,
a guttural NOW emitting from Him,
the pain not nearly as strong as your needs,
to feel his strength and presence,

All the while, wanting Him to bury your face, your whole identity, in the
depths of his manliness.

there is just something about being bitten,
especially on the nape of the neck or on the nipple,
feeling His teeth against your body, tender and vulnerable so close to piercing you wondering,
as you cry out at the sensations,
if maybe this time,
maybe it is today,
that you are going to be made to bleed for your surrender,

All the while, knowing that you cannot withdraw from the lacerating pain, not
because you especially enjoy it, but because He causes it by his expression
of His mounting desire for you.

there is just something about being bent over the back of a chair,
without warning, without pretense, without question,
your clothes then pulled away, being exposed,
knowing you are so vulnerable,
with the cool air batheing your violated skin,
your cheeks blushing,
the same color as your striped ass,
as He warms your butt,
with the striking of His hand,

All the while, knowing that the tears you cry cannot cool you and will only inspire Him and arouse Him all the more.

there is just something about those words He uses,
those names He calls you,
those phrases meant to cause or elicit a response,
and you do respond,
all of you responds.
and your body betrays you,
your body always shows its true nature to Him,
your mind cannot stifle the needs your body craves,
you know you are wet,
and you know He is aware that you are wet,

All the while, trying to remember your own name and wondering whether your own name and identity were ever more important to you than the characterization of the names He calls you.

there is just something about being thrown down and taken,
not against your will,
for you know your will is now merely for whatever is pleasing to Him,
to please him,
to submit to him,
to offer yourself to Him,
to relinquish whomever you are to Him,
to ?totally surrender your mind, body and soul to Him,
you know you will cry out in desperate pleasure for more, always for more,
for Him to partake of more of you and from you,
all of you - the entirety of you,

All the while, knowing you find that bliss, that total complete serenity,
by being who you truly are
for Him.
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there is just something about kneeling quietly beside Him,
your body sore, reddened, glistening, tired,
your mind silent, for once, ~ for a time being,
serene, now, in your true nature,
your head bowed,
your eyes closed,
your lips quivering as His fingers touch you,
?your total abject surrender,
now unquestioned by either of you,
you are in serene bliss ~ you are but a mere slave to Him,

All the while, knowing your soul is nestled deep in His heart,
and your body ~ with the pains and pleasures you are seeking
are all in His hands.